For a chocolate bar to cut easily with a cookie cutter, the ambient temperature has to have reached some magic number that has likewise rendered it nearly impossible to eat without smearing. OK, so I forgot to put the chocolate into the refrigerator. On the upside, it cuts with a cookie cutter. Both are from Germany, so I am not over all of that as much as I thought. Actually, I was considering waiting to eat this chocolate a form of self control. Then I lost it, which pretty much confirms that I was right.
I saw this item the other day, and thought “Photoshop” until it was followed up with other sightings of lenticular clouds – have never seen them myself, but these, over Yorkshire look like a guitar made out of a stack of pancakes. I’ll go with that…